I have been cut in two.
I'm hunting for the truth. It might be a kind of poetic truth, and not just a factual one, because behind everything that happens to you, there is another truth, a secret life.
... man is eating the earth up like a candy bar.
Fear / a motor, / pumps me around and around / until I fade slowly.
The windows, the starving windows that drive the trees like nails into my heart.
The place I live in is a kind of maze and I keep seeking the exit or the home.